{"id":397,"date":"2015-09-13T02:24:54","date_gmt":"2015-09-13T02:24:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=397"},"modified":"2015-09-13T02:24:54","modified_gmt":"2015-09-13T02:24:54","slug":"there-was-no-such-thing-as-celebrating-the-rosh-hashanah-during-when-the-nazis-occupied-slovakia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/there-was-no-such-thing-as-celebrating-the-rosh-hashanah-during-when-the-nazis-occupied-slovakia\/","title":{"rendered":"There Was No Such Thing As Celebrating the Rosh Hashanah During When The Nazis Occupied Slovakia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There Was No Such Thing As Celebrating The New Year, Rosh Hashanah  In War Torn Slovakia<br \/>\nBy Cheryl Freier<br \/>\n\tEvery bit of food was a gift&#8212;almost like a gift from the sky&#8212;and as was written in The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems, &#8230;.\u201d We knew not to expect a visit from my father\u2019s foreman with a new bag of cans.  It would be dangerous for the foreman, and we did not want anything to happen to him.  We had to begin rationing our food supply. From the lack of food, we started to weaken.  We could see the starvation was robbing us of our strength.  The colors of our eyes got darker, almost pitch black and the shape of our eyes grew rounder and more pronounced&#8230;&#8230;\u201d   <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There Was No Such Thing As Celebrating The New Year, Rosh Hashanah In War Torn Slovakia By Cheryl Freier Every bit of food was a gift&#8212;almost like a gift from the sky&#8212;and as was written in The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems, &#8230;.\u201d We knew not to expect a visit from my father\u2019s foreman with a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[75,216],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-6p","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=397"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":398,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/397\/revisions\/398"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=397"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=397"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=397"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}